One Year of Blogging…

Image 1 by Robert Crumb.  Painting and Poem by clinock.

Today I celebrate One Year of Blogging. During this year I have connected on-line with many wonderful, creative people. I have been inspired, entertained, informed, educated, enlightened and sometimes moved to tears.

I began art rat café as an assignment for an art course, never thinking that I would continue past the first few posts. Now I am hooked and look forward to the ‘blogging hours’ of my day – to travel the blogosphere and read what you are all up to and comment on your various contributions and receive comments on mine is still a wonder to me. I am so curious about you all and would love to be able to magically bring you all together for a blogger’s party in my beautiful city – to look you in the eye and touch your hand and feed you Italian wine and Vancouver salmon. Blogging is so frustratingly cerebral and although I love it my approach to life is ever a sensual one.

The Other. 15" x 11". acrylic and oil on paper. (Ptg # 28). SOLD

As I live my days and make my art my thoughts are always how I will create my next post so it will be of interest to you. This becomes as much a creative act as making my paintings and drawings and keeps my brain alive and kicking. Back ‘In the Day’ you would all have been my ‘pen-pals’, (anyone remember ‘pen-pals’?).

Time is so strange – it is the Trickster in our lives – it is the accordion playing at my table in a Parisian café, compressing and expanding as it serenades my heart with the music of bitter sweet nostalgia.

After all is said and done

It’s just a rainbow ‘round the sun,

Another ring toss around a star,

A bear stuck in a honey jar,

An ancient number scratched in rock,

A ticking tap, a dripping clock.

Years pass like apes in papered parlors.

Time is their hunger

And we’re all bananas.

 

I heart you all and sincerely thank you for your comments, likes and support of Art Rat Café. My connection to you means so much to me.

Here’s to you, dear friends, and to another year of bountiful blogging.

With peace, love and good vibrations – Keep on Truckin’

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38 thoughts on “One Year of Blogging…

  1. Your last two posts have been quite personally reflective clinock. Blogging is a great pastime/obsession/disease I think! And very nice to be invited to your virtual get-together. Thank you. And yes, I had a pen-friend in the USA. very exciting times.

    • Ah you are always so perceptive. I think that my first year of blogging has been strongly influenced by over 2 decades of teaching, a career where one becomes a thespian and wears a mask and rarely divulges one’s innermost self. In many ways I am still shy to share except in my art and poetry…

      • Blogging is a bit like letting the cat out of the bag isn’t it? but fun. I understand the thespian aspect of teaching (not from personal experience as I shied at the first hurdle) but from watching people close to me. It is an amazing talent in itself, much under-rated.

  2. This was so touching. I just found your blog and I’m so excited to follow your posts. I came here because of a comment you left on another’s blog and the way you put words together drew me. It would be so amazing if somehow we all could meet face to face, but until then, I will enjoy the times spent here and I’m happy to have you a new blogging friend. :D

  3. Reblogged this on Serendipity and commented:
    I read this and was so touched by the sincerity of this man’s words. The poem is so striking. He is a new blogging friend and if any of you have not gone over to his blog, you need to. His art and writing is exquisite. :D

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